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Deadly Desire

Keri Arthur

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Also by Keri Arthur

The Darkest Kiss

Embraced by Darkness

Full Moon Rising

Kissing Sin

Tempting Evil

Dangerous Games

Keri Arthur - Riley Jensen Guardian 07 - Deadly Desires

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DEADLY DESIRE

A Bantam Spectra Book / April 2009

Published by Bantam Dell

A Division of Random House, Inc.

New York, New York

ISBN 978-0-553-59115-6

Printed in the United States of America

Published simultaneously in Canada

www.bantamdell.com

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Chapter One

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The almost ripe moon hung in the midnight sky, and the heat of it sang through my veins. Being a werewolf at this time of the

month generally meant fun times, because we celebrated the moon's bloom with a sensual week of intimacy. One that involved

much loving and many different partners. Although for me, there was currently only one man, and he was neither an ordinary

man nor a werewolf—although as a vampire, he certainly had enough stamina to satisfy the hunger of any wolf.

Of course, I wasn't just a wolf, but when the moon bloomed toward fullness, it was she who reigned supreme, rather than the

vampire half of my soul.

But I was also a guardian, and it was an unfortunate fact that the bad guys of this world had absolutely no respect for the moon

or a werewolf's needs.

Which was why I was now stalking through the deserted backstreets of Coolaroo, following a scent that was all death and

violence, rather than being curled up beside my vampire, enjoying his caresses.

The night itself was crisp and cold, and I had a killer case of goose bumps. If I'd had the time, I would have gone home to grab

a sweater, but Jack—my boss, and the vampire in charge of the whole Guardian division—had insisted it couldn't wait. That

lives depended on me catching this idiot before he could kill again.

Of course, I'd felt the need to point out that he had a veritable truckload of leashed killers sitting in the underground floors of the

Directorate, every one of them just aching to be set loose on bad guys. After which, he'd kindly pointed out that if I hadn't lost

said killer in the first place, he wouldn't be out killing tonight.

A point I could hardly argue with given it was true, so I'd shut up, kissed Quinn good-bye, and driven straight to the crime

scene.

Only to discover another dead human. Like the teenager who'd been killed several nights ago, tonight's victim had been drained

of blood. But it wasn't a vampire doing this, because their throats had been slashed rather than bitten, and vampires rarely went

to that sort of trouble. Not unless they considered mutilating the bodies of their victims part of the fun, anyway.

Besides, vampires were rarely wasteful when it came to blood, and while both these teenagers had been drained, a whole lot of

blood had been smeared across their necks, faces, and the ground. It was almost as if someone had slashed, and then tried to

gulp down the resulting surge.

I shuddered. Tonight's death was my fault, because I'd let the damned killer escape me days before.

And the fact that he'd seemingly disappeared into thin air wasn't an excuse. I was a trained hunter-killer, and no matter how

much I might sometimes rail against it, there was no going back for me now. Therefore, I had to do the best that I could. And

letting a killer go free to kill again definitely wasn't my best.

I blew out a breath and studied the night ahead. Evil was out there, just beyond my line of sight. The scent I followed was a foul

thing that hung heavily on the cool night air, reminding me oddly of meat left rotting in the sun.

And I had no idea what it was, because he certainly didn't smell like any other nonhuman I'd ever come across.

Although he didn't smell human, either, even if the description we'd gotten off a witness matched that of a man who was listed as

human. Only he was also very dead.

I'd immediately starting imagining scenarios featuring killer zombies out for vengeance, but Jack claimed I'd been watching too

many horror movies. According to him, while zombies could kill, it wasn't through any basic desire or need of their own. They

weren't capable of thought or emotion, and were little more than receptacles for the deadly desires of others.

Which was a fancy way of saying someone else was in charge and directing the action. Only there was never any hint of that

other person, either at the crime scene or when I'd been tracking the dead man.

If there was another nut behind the wheel, though, then he'd found himself the perfect killer. One that did whatever he was

raised to do without question or deviation, then fell down dead again afterward.

Except that this man, whether he be zombie or something else, didn't seem to be showing any signs of slowing down or

dropping dead.

Although surely a dead body could only move around for so long before bits began falling off or rotting started becoming a real

problem.

And given the scent I was following, he was definitely well on the way to putrefaction. It was surprising he could move so

quickly without doing himself serious damage.

I shivered and rubbed my arms, suddenly glad that I made a habit of keeping my laser in the car. Its weight was a comfortable

presence in my back pocket.

Once upon a time, a thought like that might have scared me, but I'd been through too much of late. Even a werewolf intent on

not becoming a mindless killer needed the help of a weapon occasionally.

I walked on. In the distance, a freight train whistled, the lonely sound mingling with the roar of traffic traveling along nearby

Pascoe Vale road. Little seemed to be moving through these streets however, although there were lights on in several of the

nearby houses. And the scent of lust and sex coming from the warehouse opposite was so strong my blood just about boiled

over.

I wondered if the cops knew that the sedate Asian grocery warehouse was a front for a whorehouse. And a popular one, if the

cars parked out the front were any indication.

Of course, brothels had been legal in Melbourne for ages, but they had strict guidelines to follow and generally had to be

situated well away from residential areas. This area might have been a mix of residential and industrial, but the mere fact it was

hiding behind the cover of a grocery store suggested it wasn't entirely legit.

For all of two seconds I thought about reporting it, then indifference struck and I walked past. Those who were so obviously

enjoying themselves within the dour concrete walls were not my target tonight.

Besides, I could hardly begrudge others what I'd rather be doing myself.

I continued on, trying to ignore the hunger that burned through my body. There was a bad guy to catch and kill, and the sooner I

did that, the quicker I could get back to my vampire and ease the ache.

I sucked in a breath, my nostrils flaring as I sorted through the aromas running through the cold air. My dead-smelling killer had

moved into a side street. I followed, my sneaker-clad feet making little noise on the concrete. I'd mostly given up wearing heels

for everyday work. The wooden stilettos might come in handy for staking the occasional rogue vampire, but running in the things

across some of the terrain we had to traverse had proved too damned dangerous. And heels and ladders definitely didn't go

together—as I'd discovered a week ago when I was chasing a rogue vamp. I'd earned another scar for that—this one across

the top of my left hand. The same hand that was missing its little pinky.

The bad guys seemed to have a vendetta against my left limb.

The dead scent was getting stronger, though there was still no sign of the man. The warehouses that lined either side of this street

were dark and silent, and the only life visible was the occasional cat.

The street came to a T-intersection. I paused, looking left then right. Still no sign of him in the darkness. I blinked, flicking to the

infrared of my vampire vision, but the night remained devoid of the heat of life.

Which I guess, if he was dead, made total sense.

I followed my nose and headed left. Down at the end of the street was a gate and, beyond that, huge towers of paper and

plastic. A recycling plant, obviously.

But why would a dead guy want to go to a recycling plant? It couldn't be an effort to get rid of any sort of evidence, because if

he'd been intent on doing that, he wouldn't have left the mutilated bodies of his victims in easy viewing of anyone who happened

to pass by.

So was this really some weird form of revenge killing, as Jack had surmised, or was something stranger going on?

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